“Net Nessie”

They want to net Nessie,

Pull her from the lake –

To prove that she’s real,

That she isn’t fake.

They trawl with their sonar

From dusk until dawn

But they never find Nessie –

It’s like she’s just gone.

Then a child will see something,

A tourist will gawk

As Nessie’s head rises

Up over a rock.

Perhaps there are some things

We’re not meant to know –

It would spoil the magic,

Would ruin the show.

I hope they don’t find her

In that Scottish lake –

For if they net Nessie

It would be a mistake.